Natural Boys Love Nature Part 3
By Sir Cum Sizemore


copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved


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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of  a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such  material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The middle aged Mrs. Ratliff, Joey's teacher, was known for no nonsense approaches to discipline.  She truly missed the good old days when boys' bottoms were subjected to her paddle as she felt it was warranted.  She climbed the steps on the school bus and immediately reminded the class, "Okay, we're going to take a nature hike today and we want to thank Mrs. Phillips, Joey's grandmother for her hospitality and taking time out to work with us.  So when we get there don't forget your manners.  While we're on the bus I expect good behavior, if you misbehave I'm going to send you back to school with the bus driver." Knowing full well it was a lame threat and she preferred her options in the old days.  Back then she'd of just pulled down their pants and worn them out.  "Any questions?"

After a twenty minute bus ride the door opened at the Phillips' home.  Julia was standing on the front porch to greet the children.  "Welcome to my home, you will be taking a nature hike down to a small creek which is filled with different kinds of wildlife.  Then you'll follow the creek to the river.  I'm sure your teacher has planned lots to do on your hike.  Just enjoy yourselves and I'll have a treat prepared when you return."

AS the line of nine and ten year old fourth graders passed the front porch, children and their adult chaperones were saying their thank yous.  As Joey approached, he hugged his grandmother and gave her a kiss with a proud look as if to say "here, I'm special."  As Mrs. Ratliff approached she was quietly reminded, "Joey has to be nude while on his home turf." (Though out of the question, it was implied for that matter anywhere else she would have wanted him that way would be permitted.)

"Children gather around, before we go down there, Joseph" - people usually called him that when he was in trouble, but Mrs. Ratliff almost always called him Joseph - "has to be prepared.  When he's at home he has to be nude, so Crystal, I'd like you and Anne to strip him.  Take off all of his clothes."  

The children all cheered and made cat calls.  They all had the glint of anticipation in their eyes - even the boys. The chaperones had been informed prior to the trip that one or two of the kids might be naked, so it was no surprise. Both mothers who were helping the teacher also had a glint of anticipation as the two nine year old girls stepped out of the crowd with Joey in tow by his arms.

Joey looked at Mrs. Ratliff and in a last ditch effort said, "But that's when I'm home with only my family, Mrs. Ratliff. That's not when the other kids are here."

"Joseph, we all want to see you naked and I'm sure many would like to explore your body.  After all, it is a nature hike and it would be good to have a human body to examine. I think we could appeal to your grandmother, if you think that might help you."

Knowing full well it wouldn't, Joey looked toward the house. Julia's face peering out the window with the look of approval was evidence enough that he wasn't going to avoid the pending circumstance.  She was going to watch as these two little girls stripped him in front of twenty two other classmates and their teacher and two chaperone mothers.

"Crystal, let's start with that belt and those shorts. Don't worry about his shoes and  socks, those can come off last so we can watch his boy parts bounce around while you remove them."

With that two eager hands unbuckled his belt.  The crowd was still with anticipation.  All eyes were on the stripping activity and not a sound was coming from the group.  Crystal removed the belt completely pulling it out from the loops. "Where do you want me to put this?"

Mrs. Ratliff responded with a surprising remark, "Just give it to me, I'll probably have to use it on him before the hike is over.  At this point, I may just use it on anyone I think deserves it." Her eyebrows raised at two of the boys in particular, one of whose mother was a chaperone.

"And, Johnny Culpepper, if she thinks you need it, I'm here to tell her to go ahead," his mother reinforced the teacher's implication, which was quite surprising coming from her.

Her son, Johnny, was a good looking kid who turned ten two weeks prior to the outing.  He was of average build, short black hair, but piercing hazel eyes.  Though he was quite athletic, his aristocratic "wanna be" mother dressed him in designer clothes in an effort to give him a preppy appearance.  She was proud of the fact her son was always a fashion statement.  "Who would have thought she would permit anyone to lay a belt on her precious brat?" ran quietly through the teacher's mind.

As this transpired, Crystal unbuttoned and unzipped Joey's shorts, as they flopped open it was evident the boy wasn't wearing underwear.  His peter at full salute shot right out straight causing a temporary laughing spell from everyone. Down his legs the shorts fell.  He began to remove his hands from his head to shield his genitals from view. "Uh, ah, Joey, your grandmother said you should be whipped if you do that.  I'd think twice." There was an air of hoping he would give her a reason in her comment.  His hands went back up.

Anne was getting disappointed, "Hey, how come Crystal gets to take everything off.  You said I could help."

"You're right Anne, why don't you grab his little boy handle there and pull it hard until Crystal gets his shirt off.  If you think he's being bad, squeeze his little bag real hard and he'll be nicer," Mrs. Ratliff suggested as one of the mothers offered the little girl access by holding Joey's penis still for her to grasp.

Shirt off, Joey was made to sit on the ground while the girls wrestled his shoes and socks off.  As they rolled him from side to side during the rough removal, his penis did flop around much to the amusement of his classmates.  "Joey, stand up."

"Children, for those of you who don't know, this is a boy's penis," cradling his phallus for all to see.  "It is what we call erect now.  That means it's hard.  Probably before we are done with the hike it will have a time or two of being soft, so you girls can see the difference.  This part right here," she pinched the glans, "that looks like a mushroom is called the glans.  It feels different than this part, the shaft."  Putting her little finger in his pee hole, "This is the opening to his urethra. Right now urine passes through here and is expelled from his body."  The kids especially the girls were jockeying for position during this lesson. "Relax children, you'll all get a chance to feel and examine him during the day.  Everyone will be able to see up close and touch.  You may ask any adult any questions you may have about boy parts." Then she went back into an instructional mode.  As Joey stood with his hands on his head, Mrs. Ratliff pinched the bottom of his immature pouch and stretched it out.  "This bag is called a scrotum.  Inside," she pulled the skin further downward and backward exposing the outline of his testicles, "are two little 'balls'," this description brought laughter from most of the boys and several girls as well as both chaperones, "which are called testicles."  At this point, even old battle ax Mrs. Ratliff smiled.  "Joey lie down on your back and pull your legs up."

Reluctantly the boy did as he was told.  Spreading his cheeks apart she exposed his anus.  "This is called an anus", pointing directly at his hole. "This is a part both boys and girls have and we all know what come out of there, don't we?" This remark spurred another round of giggles. "I'm sure we aren't able to examine our own closely, so, if you wish you may examine Joey's at any time.  If you do, take your time, probe it with some sticks if you wish.  Are there any questions about boys' bodies?  We will have a quiz tomorrow about boy parts names, so I hope you've paid close attention."

"Now Anne, because you feel left out, you can be his official spanker.  If one of the grown ups tells you to spank him, you may choose to whip his backside or his front. The choice will be up to you."  Then Mrs. Ratliff whispered to Joey, "You know which side she's gonna want to whip, so I'd be extra special good today, Joseph."

One of the chaperones asked, "Many of the boys and girls have brought cameras with them.  Will taking pictures of Joseph be out of bounds?"

"Mrs. Phillips said you could take as many pictures of Joey while he's naked as you wish.  She suggested, if you want his boy parts in the picture you tell him to display them and he will readjust and spread for your pictures."

Jeff Teague, one of Joey's best friends, at least he thought he was, audibly said, "Good!" causing Joey to glare at him with the look of someone who'd been betrayed.  "Hey, man, I'm just along for the hike, but you have a good looking dick there, so I'm going to take pictures of you for my scrapbook. Besides, my little sister teases me about getting you naked so she could have a look.  Well, now she can."

"Children, let's get going.  Jeff you seem to be into his penis today, why don't you grab it and pull him along with the rest of us."

"Geez, Mrs. Ratliff, isn't than kinda' gay?  Shouldn't a girl be doing that?" Jeff replied.

"No, I want you to do it, Jeff.  Just grab his penis and pull him along with the group.  Then you can tell your little sister what if felt like, too," came the teacher's sarcastic reply.  "Besides, I'll bet over the years you've explored Joey's parts before."

Even though he knew the two had, on more than one occasion, explored each others parts out of curiosity as recently as last year, he acted like that was an insult to his integrity as a male.  "Yeah, right, Mrs. Ratliff."

Taking his friend's shaft in his hand he roughly pulled Joey along with the group.  As predicted, two or three other boys teased Jeff, "Look at Jeff, he must be gay or something." It was evident from their eyes their teasing was of a jealous nature, as they would have liked to be able to inspect Joey's penis up close and personal out of curiosity. Little did they know, before the hike was over they too would have probed Joey's asshole and played with his erect penis as their inhibitions faded.

"Mrs. Ratliff, may I look at Joey's boy thing?" One of the girls asked.

"We'll be stopping down here at the creek to explore.  When we stop you can make him lie down and let you explore his body, Stephanie.  I want you to jot some notes about what you learn about his boy parts, too.  Maybe some diagrams?" Then the teacher encouraged more involved hands on experiences, "You might want to run some experiments as well."

"Like what?"

"Oh have you ever seen what happens to those parts when they are in cold water for awhile?"

"No."

"Well, make him sit in the creek for a few minutes and look at his penis and testicles afterward.  Then rub his testicles for awhile and see what they do?  Note why you think these things happen.  Then when he's hard again, you can, or you can make him, rub his penis back and forth for awhile and see what happens.  Have you ever slapped a boy's penis or whipped it with a strap?

"No."

"You might find those things really interesting. Did you ever feel around inside a boy's butt?"

"No."

"Well there are some other boy parts just inside his anus. You might like to feel in there too, and describe what it feels like and what happens to his penis when you do."

"Can I do that?"

"Sure Stephanie, you may do whatever you want with him. He's yours to examine, experiment, and play with as long as you want to.  Have some of the other girls help you.  I imagine some of the boys would like to do some experiments too.  They only think they know about their own parts, but I'm sure they can learn more as well."

"Thank you for letting me do this to him."

"You just take some good notes and have one of the other children take pictures.  Maybe you can use the pictures and notes for your science fair project this year.  You know, if you and your mom want to get more information, I'm sure Joseph's grandmother would lend him to you for a day or two."

"Lend him to me naked?"

"Of course what good would he be for your project if he wore clothes?"

Unaware of the teacher's conversation with Stephanie, Joey was being literally tugged by his penis down the embankment by Jeff.  "Hey, stop Jeff.  You're going to pull it off. Stop!"  His rebellion got laughs from other classmates and a smile from one of the chaperones.

"Okay, children I want you to collect wildlife specimens for study back at class.  Joseph, Stephanie is going to be using you for her science project and she has some experiments she wants to run on your boy parts and backside.  So, you go over there with her and do whatever she tells you.  Oh, and Joseph, I don't have to remind you, she can touch or do whatever she wants with your body.  Now, go over there with her now.  Mrs. Blume would you stand close enough to get involved if Joseph gives Stephanie a hard time?  Here take the belt from Anne, and use it if you need to."  As she took the belt away from Anne she was again hit with protest.

"You said I could whip him if he was bad.  I wanted to whip his thing with this belt and was waiting for him to be bad," she began a forced pout.                    

"Okay Anne, Mrs. Blume will call you to whip him if he needs it.  But for now, she'll keep the belt and you can look for specimens.  Go on now."

With that the chaperone took the belt and stood by a tree close enough to monitor Joey and Stephanie and watch several children as they foraged for specimens.  Coyly, Joey walked over to Stephanie and spread his legs and placed his hands on his head as his hardened penis pointed right at her.  He was unsure and embarrassed to be at a girl's disposal, but what could he do.  Stephanie was one of the 'brains' in class and she conducted the first part of her exploration like a physician, feeling his scrotum and cupping it as she manipulated its contents.  No pain, just feeling.  Then she took his penis in her hand and felt the shaft.  As she gently squeezed his glans, it was apparent she was comparing the texture with that of the shaft.  Then she examined the urethra, squeezing the glans to open it for further study. Joey was very uncomfortable with this ten year old girl using his body to learn about boy anatomy.

"Mrs. Blume, do you think Mrs. Ratliff brought a ruler with her?  I'd like to take some measurements." Stephanie asked, half realizing she probably would have to do this sometime later.

"I'm sure she didn't.  I may have a little six foot tape in my purse, but I left it up on the bus.  Maybe you can strip him back at school and take the measurements.  Why don't you just explore his body today and get into more depth tomorrow or whenever?"

"Thanks." Stephanie then turned her attention to the anxious boy still standing with his legs spread and his hands on his head. "Okay, Joey lie down on your back and pull your legs up."

Somewhat apprehensively, but thankful she'd been careful during the first part of her examination, he did as instructed.  With his legs pulled up toward his head, she moved his knees outward exposing his anal opening.  Picking up a stick from the ground she probed the opening.  The rough edge of the broken limb felt rough and scratched his sphincter causing him to complain.  When he did so the chaperone turned and exchanged a look like she was ready and willing to wear him out for the least amount of non- cooperation. "Joey, I'm going to put my finger in there. You need to lie still."

"You're going to do what?"

"Put my finger in there and feel inside of you."

"Come on Stephanie, why are you going to do that.  That's kind of nasty isn't it?"

"No, it's scientific and I want to know what's in there.  So lie still while I examine you."

"But that hole is for stuff to come out of, not for stuff to go in," Joey argued.

Mrs. Blume entered the fray, "Joseph, you'd better not argue.  She's going to do what she wants and if you give her any more lip I'm going to whip you with your belt."

Under he watchful gaze of the chaperone, Stephanie pressed the hole with her index finger.  "It won't go in there."

Mrs. Blume coached her, "Just keep pressing harder and harder and it'll let you in, Stephanie."

Suddenly, the pressure paid off.  Her finger forced entrance.  Joey hollered in pain as the unlubricated finger made its way in.  He could feel her aggressive digital exploration as she twisted and bent the finger to feel around.  "Oh wow, here's something." She delighted in having found the part her teacher had alluded to.  She pressed his prostate with firm pressure.  

Mrs. Blume having coached the intrusion shared in the ten year old's excitement.  "Stephanie, watch his wiener while you squeeze that lump.  By the way, that lump is called a prostate.  It's not much use to a boy his age, but when he gets older it will make gooey stuff called semen and help him shoot the sperm from his body."

The child watched as his penis danced to the manipulation.

"The what?"

"Sperm."

"What's sperm?"

"You should talk with Mrs. Ratliff or your parents about that.  I'm not sure I'm the one who should be talking with you about it.  Just keep playing with him.  Why don't you see how wide you can spread his hole.  You know how many fingers can you get inside at one time?"

Stephanie continued her exploratory examination for fifteen or twenty minutes.  During that time the other children placed specimens of plant, insect, and animal life in baggies and deposited them in one of three Styrofoam coolers the teacher had brought along.  "It's too bad I can't put your parts in a bag and take them with us, but like Mrs. Ratliff said, maybe your grandmother will lend you to me for a day or two so I can do some other experiments," Stephanie reassured herself and scared Joey.

"Children, over here, on this tree is a poison ivy vine. You can tell it by its distinct leaf formation.  Most of us are allergic to it and will breakout in a terrible rash if we touch it.  So, look but don't touch."  Mrs. Ratliff watched as her little ones paraded past.

"Mrs. Ratliff, I wonder what that rash would look like on Joey's boy parts?  Would it even break out there?" Stephanie asked.

"Well, Stephanie, what might we do to find out?" She encouraged her thinking and problem solving.

"We could make him rub his thing on the vine.  How long would it take to find out?"

"I guess we could time it for a day to see, but what if he isn't allergic to it?"

"Well that might be an interesting part of my science fair project.  You know, to see if his penis breaks out or is it immune to the stuff?  Joey go over and hug that tree, make sure your little winky and bag are pressing against that vine,"  Stephanie directed.

Not having ever experienced poison ivy rashes before, Joey wasn't too against compliance.  He had no idea what was to follow several hours later.  Hugging the tree would provide him with momentary privacy from so many prying eyes.  But what if the bark was scratchy?  Apparently he felt the relatively smooth vine with the cool green leaves would cushion his boy parts.  He hugged the tree.

"Wiggle your thing around on that vine," Stephanie demanded. Again, the young boy complied.  "Okay, Mrs. Ratliff what time is it?"

"I have ten eighteen, Steph," Mrs. Blume responded before the teacher could.

Stephanie jotted the note in her book. The children were then rounded up.  Jeff took hold of his charges penis getting ready to pull as the class moved to a new spot in the woods on the way to the river.  

"Oh no, Jeffrey, you've put your time in.  Now let's have William Caswell pull on Joseph's penis.  William, you make sure to keep up."  Mrs. Ratliff was purposely selecting other boys for the pulling role.  Watching little boys handle other boy's parts was arousing to her and apparently interesting to Mrs. Culpepper, the other parent chaperone, too.  She couldn't take her gaze off the sight of that little glans peeking out from the clinched fist of another boy.

"Aw, Mrs. Ratliff, can't someone else do it?"

"William, you made fun of Jeffrey when he had to do this.  I believe you called him 'gay' so now you can feel another boy's penis.  Not that you probably haven't on some occasion or another before.  But, I'm sure you've never done so in public view before, have you?"

"Mrs. Ratliff, I don't touch other boys ever," William responded indignantly.  His mind wandered momentarily to three weeks prior when he and another friend hid in the garage behind his house, stripped and played with each other's parts.  Confident he had cast any doubt of his 'manhood' to the wind he secretly reveled in the thought of his new assignment.  It was quite apparent from his lack of hesitancy in grabbing his classmates member and squeezing it.  In fact, at one point when the class stopped for some mini lecture he nonchalantly fingered Joey's balls. Mrs. Culpepper wasn't watching the teacher's presentation.  She was glued to the hand action occurring off to the side.

Speaking of the devil, precious Johnny was about to step in it. "Hey, Mrs. Ratliff, maybe we could see some chimps out here."  Johnny got that obnoxious look of just feigning stupid.

"You can't find chimps in the woods.  They don't live in New York, stupid," Susan Wilkins responded to her classmate's dumb statement.

"Yeah, well, then Joey can play a chimp.  He's naked just like they are.  Make him climb up a tree so we can check him out," Johnny continued.

Suddenly awakened from her trance watching Billy playing with Joey's testicles, Mrs. Culpepper took a corrective stance.  "Johnny, stop making fun of your friend.  He's not embarrassed to be naked in front of you or the other boys and girls. That's pretty brave."

Her remarks were meant to be supportive to Joey, but they were erroneous in two particular areas.  First, Johnny was not Joey's "friend" and second he was embarrassed to be naked in front of his classmates.  In fact, he was devastated with all the touching and examining they were allowed to do.  His penis was hard as a rock and only shriveled when he sat in that cold pool of water for Stephanie's "experiment".  

"Look at him, Mom.  His little weeny is sticking out and everyone gets to touch anything they want.  Guess his grandmother can't afford to dress him, huh?"  It was evident his mother's distain was growing as her stare at him was intensely aggressive.  He was used to that though and it wasn't a problem as she always relented.  Johnny ruled the roost when his father wasn't around.  He pretty much always got his way.  

"Johnny, that was rude and disrespectful to his grandmother. You need to apologize."

"Screw you, Mom.  It's true.  Guess 'you can't handle the truth'."  With that his mother teared up with a mix of embarrassment, anger and frustration.

"Mrs. Blume, would you supervise the children as they get ready for lunch? Mrs. Ratliff asked as she draped her arm other the distraught mother's shoulder. "Have each of them wash their hands with these wet wipes.  I need to talk with Mrs. Culpepper for a few minutes."  

Sensitive to the situation, Mrs. Blume took over the class as the other two adults strolled off to the woods.  Johnny, the little shit, completely ignored the whole situation. Instead, he fought for a front position in the line for a wet wipe.

"Mrs. Culpepper, I'm not one to criticize other people's attempts at raising their kids, but that son of yours is going to become a bigger and bigger problem if you don't take the bull by the horns.  Rather than worrying so much about his wrapper, maybe you should think about the contents below the wrapper.  The kid's a brat and he needs for you to straighten him out."  The teacher continued, "Over the years, I've seen a lot of 'Johnnies' come and go.  Smart asses who don't really get along with adults and who the other kids shun.  They are looking for two things, limits and acceptance. Right now, the limits part really applies the most, because if he doesn't get his act together the acceptance part won't come.  If he does, it will follow naturally.  Johnny needs to know it's not all about him. You've got to humiliate him and make him understand there are other people in this world of his."

"What can I do?  I'm afraid if I correct him he won't like me."

"That's a problem a lot of parents have.  But, you aren't here for him to like you, you're here to guide and discipline him.  If you do, the love, real love will follow. Sure he might not like you when you get on his case, but that's temporary.  I hate to say it, but President Regan was right, It's nice to be liked, but it's more important to be respected."

"What should I do with him for this rudeness?" the mother asked.

"What do you feel like doing about it?"

"I wanted to strip him and make him feel the humiliation Joey must be feeling.  You know make him identify with some of the hurt.  Actually, I would have loved to take that belt and beat the living bejeebers out of him."

"Why don't you do both?"

"You mean strip him in front of the class?"

"Why not?"

"His father would have a conniption fit if I did that.  He wouldn't mind the beating, but the naked part would tick him off."

"Who cares?  You're the one who is here.  You're the one who feels that it is an appropriate punishment.  He's off somewhere else.  It's not his call.  Maybe you need to let him know you are capable of doing whatever it takes to correct the boy's behavior and you have your own game plan. What makes his father's wishes tantamount to yours?"

"Damn it, you're right."

The ladies returned to the group.  Mrs. Culpepper's tears were gone.  They were evidently replaced by determination and a touch of rage.  "Johnny Culpepper, you apologize to Joey, now."

"Hey, bite me, Mom," the little smart ass replied between bites on a p. b. and j.

"That's it.  I want you boys to strip him naked.  Stop eating and go and strip every thread of clothes off Johnny. I mean everything and if he fights rip it off.  Just tear the hell out of his clothes if you need to."

"Hey guys, come on, Johnny's mother wants us to pants him," Phillip Hardcastle one of the biggest ten year olds in class took he lead tackling Johnny from the rock he was sitting on.  Momentarily he was joined by the other boys from the class, including one bare assed Joey.  

Johnny wrestled and punched trying to free himself from the ravaging captors.  As punches were thrown, Mrs. Ratliff entered the fray, "Don't punch him.  Mrs. Culpepper said tear the clothes off if you have to.  If he's a problem, just hold him down while one or two of you rip his clothes off."

Tear they did.  A perfectly good pair of brand name shorts were grabbed and pulled apart, sending the clasp flying. Down went the zipper and then the stitching in the crotch gave way.  The tee-shirt of the same manufacturer, sporting the company logo and name was torn off.  The neck and sleeve hems provided resistance, but when the fabric separated from the neck portion it was quickly pulled over his head. The red faced boy was struggling with those holding his arms extended.

The girls were gathered to watch.  They were especially excited about the up and coming liberation of his boy parts to the open air.  Their eyes were now on the boy who was wearing only a pair of jockey shorts.

"Get his underpants off," Stephanie demanded.  "We want to see his wiener."

Phillip was more than happy to oblige her.  Grabbing the shorts which could have been easily pulled down and off, he instead chose to tear them apart.  This gratified Mrs. Ratliff who was more than aware the kid didn't have anything else to wear.  He'd be going back to the school naked as the day he was born.

As the underwear was finally torn off, Johnny's erect penis swayed back and forth.  He was fairly well hung.  Like Joey he was circumcised, but his penis was notably longer and bigger in girth than Joey's.  Like Joey's, his scrotum formed the same tight bulbous sack of a little boy, but it too was a bit larger than his classmate's.

"Get out of the way, I need to examine him for my science project", Stephanie demanded as she engulfed the boys penis in her hand.

"Pull it, Stephanie, pull it hard," one of the other girls directed.

"Children, you need to back off for a minute or two," Mrs. Culpepper caught their attention.  As they looked up the determined mother was holding Joey's belt in her hand. "Boys, bend him over that rock and hold him down.  I'm going to blister his ass with this belt."

The already embarrassed and humiliated boy was crying profusely.  When he heard that from a woman who had never to his knowledge raised a finger to him, it became even more frightening.  "Please, Mom, I would have apologized.  I'll do what you said."

"No, Johnny, you've had this coming for ten years and now is your moment.  I'm going to really enjoy this.  By the way, get used to it.  There's a new sheriff in town and she goes by the name of Mom.  I'm going to start using a belt on you whenever I think you've crossed the line."

With that the boys positioned their classmate and gleefully anticipated the thrashing. As they did so, the now determined and self-assured mother told Mrs. Ratliff, "You know this is the first time in years I've been 'allowed' to see his private parts.  That alone is worth the fight."

"Okay, Mrs. Culpepper, we've got him ready."  Phillip was really getting into this ordeal and was anxious to watch the striping of Johnny's white buttocks.  

Mrs. Culpepper stood off to the side of her pleading son, raised the belt and brought it down with force on his bottom.  SWWWWWAAAATTT followed by the clink of the buckle as it was withdrawn for the next assault.  SWWWWWAAATTTT the squirming child began to cry loudly.   SWWWWAAAATTTTT the belt hit again leaving a red stripe to contrast the white skin surface.  

"Now that's what I'm talking about," reassured Mrs. Ratliff, "keep going there, Mom!"

"Yeah, Mrs. Culpepper keep going," added an intrigued Anne.  

With the added support her confidence grew.  SWWWWAAATTTT again the belt made contact with her sons backside.  He was now screaming with each contact.  The white surface was now pretty pink all over and the stripes were contrasting less. SWWWATTTT again the strap found its home.

"Come on Mrs. Culpepper, my Dad does it harder than that. So does my Mom.  Really hit him hard," Phillip ruthlessly chided encouraging the mother more.

SWWWWWAAAATTTT the belt ht with a little more force. "That's more like it, Mrs. Culpepper," Phillip reinforced the harder hit, while holding the squirming boy's legs. SWWAAAATTTTT another forceful stripe.  The spanking continued for at final count thirteen licks.  

The boy, crying and humiliated, stood and yelled, "I'm leaving.  I don't have to put up with this.  Fuck you, Mom and fuck the rest of you."

"Grab him again, boys."  Phillip complied as Johnny attempted to slug him in the mouth.  He was thrown to the ground where the other boys lent a hand.  

"Johnny, you will never use that language with me.  Leave if you must, but while you're here you will never, ever talk like that to me."  As she finished chastising the kid, Mrs. Ratliff just stood and nodded her approval of the new and improved Mrs. Culpepper.  There was a look in her eye which translated to, "Now the brat will get his act straightened out."

"Boys put him over the rock again.  This time, put him on his back.  Johnny your butt has had enough for a while now let's do your front.  You will remember the lesson better that way anyway."  The girls began clapping with delight and rushed to watch this mother whip her son's genitals. Stephanie grabbed her camera.  This would be a great observation for her boy study.

With his body pulled to spread eagle by the boy keepers, Mrs. Culpepper approached her son with the belt again. Standing in front of the displayed child she raised the strap and said, "Don't you ever talk to me like that again." And SWWWWWAAATTTT it came quickly down on his penis and scrotum.  The erect penis bounced from under the strap as she retrieved it for another hit.  It was red as was the scrotum from the aggressive assault.  The pain that inflicted was unbearable to the boy.  He just wanted to free his arms to rub and protect his boy parts from the next sway.  SWWWWWAATTTT again the belt crashed down upon his penis and testicles.  Johnny wiggled violently from the pain as a high pitched scream emanated from his mouth. "Pleazzzzz Mom pleazzzz don't hit me again, pleazzzzz.  I'm sorry, Mom"  SWWWWAAAAATTT another blow to his crotch. "EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh" the crying continued.  

"Okay, boys let him up."  They did. The now much more subdued crying boy stood and rubbed his boy parts.  "Don't you ever talk to me like that again, do you understand?"

The boy was unable at that point to speak.  He just nodded his understanding.  "Now go and get your things together and put those 'rags' in one of the black trash bags.  They aren't worth keeping anymore.  Besides, you won't be needing them for a long time, anyway."

The boy's penis had become flaccid under the tortuous blows of the belt, but still hung impressively as he picked up his clothes.  His genitals were as pink as his ass.

"Mrs. Culpepper, can I use Johnny for my science project, too? Stephanie asked.  "I mean I could compare them and run experiments with two of them.  They could do things to each other and stuff like that."

"Why, you certainly can, Honey.  Johnny would be more convenient, wouldn't he?" Turning to Mrs. Ratliff, Culpepper explained, "She's our next door neighbor."

"Can I make him get naked whenever I need to examine him?" the somewhat aroused little girl inquired.

"You won't have to.  He'll be naked whenever he's in the neighborhood.  We're going to leave him like that for awhile.  Maybe he'll get some humility."

Stephanie couldn't have been more pleased.  "Johnny, come here, I want to look at your things while they're pink."

The boy didn't move.  "Johnny you get over to Stephanie right now.  She will be examining you whenever and for as long as she wants.  Now, move mister and let her feel your penis and testicles."

The girl's touch was agonizing.  His hands reflexively moved toward his testicles to fend off the otherwise gentle touch of the girl.  Normally, such a touch would have been pleasurable, but his boy parts were still tender from the beating they had undergone.

"You let her be.  And, don't you ever cover your boy parts with your hands or anything else, young man.  If you do, I'll whip them again."

With that the boy bore the exploratory touch of the young girl.  His only hope was that his father would reverse the maternal decision.  He was sure that would be the case. (But it wasn't.   Mr. Culpepper proved extremely pissed off at what his son had said to his mother.  Furthermore, his father actually praised his mother for finally making him mind her.   Though he wasn't happy with the forced nudity, he relented to reinforce the new disciplinary streak he found in his wife.)

The children and their mentors pressed onward toward the river.  Now there were two nude boys with dicks swinging to and froe as they walked.  The girls continued to point and giggle.  Occasionally, there were grabs, pinches, pulls and fondling of their exposed parts.  On two occasions the boys were made to lay on their backs while their anuses were probed by stick wielding classmates - both boys and girls.

When they arrived at the river, the children were permitted to wade up to their knees.  As fishermen and boats passed the wading area, the two nude boys were made to show their wares to those aboard the craft.  

When they returned to Julia's she couldn't help but notice with some pride and a lot of interest the second forced nudist, Johnny.  Taking Mrs. Culpepper aside she extolled the virtues of making boys run naked.  It improves their self-concept over the long run, humbles them, cuts out their modesty, evens their tans, makes ready access for corporal punishment, cuts down on laundry, and not the least it makes them fun to watch, photograph and cuddle.  What she alluded to but didn't come out and say was she also found exposing them publicly passionately arousing.

The discussion between the women was cut short when a child's voice interrupted, "Oh, excuse me Mrs. Phillips, my name is Stephanie, I'm in Joey's class.  I'm doing a science project on boys' penises and other parts for the science fair.  I was studying Joey on the field trip and Mrs. Ratliff told me to experiment with Joey.  I did some examinations of his boy parts, but there are a lot more experiments and examinations I'd like to do.  I was wondering, could I have him at my house naked for the weekend.  I'll have to ask my Mom, but I think she'll let me have him over.  I want to measure his thing when it's hard and when it's soft.  And a whole lot of other stuff. Anyway, would it be okay, if my Mom agrees?"

"Would you like two different boys to compare, because I can let you have Johnny, too?" With that the mother turned and explained to Julia, "His Dad and I can use some time away from him.  Geez, we might even get to go out for an evening and not worry what we're going to do with him."

Overhearing the discussion, Mrs. Ratliff said, "Stephanie, I would like a set of the questions you have and what exactly you want to explore and experiment with on my desk before you take the boys.  That way I can help you with some ideas and direction."

"Okay, I'll give you the list tomorrow.  And I'll have my Mom call you Mrs. Phillips and you too Mrs. Culpepper to make the final arrangements."

"Stephanie, I will have to check with Joey's mother, but I'm sure it will be all right.  You go ahead and make your plans.  I'd kind of like to see your project, before you set up your display too.  By the way, do you think your Dad will have a problem with naked boys running around?"  Julia added.

"I don't have a Dad.  He left when I was three and my little sister was only nine months old and we don't know where he is.  Mom says we're better off without him.  She said she'd never marry again.  Men are nothing but trouble."

"Well, I guess I can agree with her," Julia chuckled.

"Some men are trouble, but Johnny's Dad is a pretty good guy, if he'd only back off on the macho stuff.  I think Johnny would be better off if his Dad was more comfortable touching him, cuddling him and giving me more room to wailing the tar out of Johnny when he needs it.  I think there are going to be some changes around our house after this outing."

"That a girl.  Just straighten him out," Julia encouraged the new found brass in the woman.

The next day, Stephanie brought in her list of planned experiments:

1. How long is each boy's penis when it's hard and when it's not?

2. If ice cubes are put on their sacks, will they get tighter or softer?

3. If they are spanked when their penises are hard, will it make them soft?

4. If they are made to be naked in public places how long do their penises stay hard when they aren't touched?  Do they get hard again when someone new gets to see them?

5. How far can something go up their pee holes?

6. Do both boys feel the same inside their anuses?

7. What is the largest object you can fit in their hole?

8. What happens if boys are rubbed for a long time while their penises are hard?

9. What happens if one boy has to suck another boy's penis for awhile? Does anything come out?

10. What about sucking his sack?  Will it make it looser?

11. How far can a boy shoot his urine, if he is made to wait to go to the bathroom until he can't hold it anymore?

12. How hard can a boy's sack be squeezed until he gets hurt and screams?

13. Can one boy make another boy's penis get hard?

14. Can a boy make his own penis get hard?

15. How many hits with a belt, hand, wooden spoon, and hairbrush before a boy cries?  Which is the best to punish him with?

Mrs. Ratliff excused herself to the privacy of the bathroom in the teacher's lounge to ponder Stephanie's plan.  Upon returning she asked Stephanie to stay behind from physical education so they could go over the list.

"Young lady you have a pretty full dance card here for only a two day time frame.  Do you think you can get it done?"

"My Mom is excited over my project.  She and my little sister are going to help.  When she called Mrs. Phillips and Mrs. Culpepper, they both agreed to let us have the boys for the spring break week so we could get the experimenting done.  So they'll be with us for a whole week not just two days.  And, neither is sending any clothes with their boys. They are coming to our house naked and they will be completely naked all week long.  Mom has plans to take us to the park for picnics, she's going to take us to McDonald's, but she says we will have to sit at the outside tables.  She thinks the boys wouldn't be allowed inside being naked and all.  She's even planning a pajama party for all of my and my sister's friends so they can help me get all the studies done.   And, Mrs. Hardison said maybe I could have Tommy, he's Joey's little brother, one weekend so I could compare the difference between a seven year old and an almost ten year old.  Isn't that something.  Now, I'll have to find another seven year old to be with him so I can average my results.  Oh, Mrs. Ratliff, isn't it great?"

"Yes, Stephanie.  Be sure you take pictures and some video presentations.  Things like when they are sucking each others boy parts would be best documented in action forms. Ask your Mom to make some avi or mpeg files of that stuff while it's happening.  You might also want to take videos of the spankings for data collection.  It would make it easier for you to count the swats and judge whether they were evenly applied.  Pictures and videos of them in public would also be good.  Don't forget the close-ups of their little peepees, too, while you're working on them.  Actually, I'm excited for you.  Go for it.

"By the way, have you noticed Joey scratching his crotch? If you look at the inside of his thighs when he gets back you can see the poison ivy splotches.  His grandmother sent some antihistamine cream to rub on the rash.  He needs it applied once every three hours.  When he gets back to the classroom we'll make him strip naked and you can put it on him in front of the class.  Remember, to examine his penis and testicles closely so you can see if any areas are not affected by the rash and jot the notes.  Also, you can chart how long the rash lasts. You might want him to stay naked here at school to see if exposing the runny rash to the air helps, but you'd almost have to do it once with him nude and once when he isn't to prove whether one way or the other is better.  Maybe we can work with it this week and then after his week at your house we'll expose him again and try it with his clothes on."

"That's a good idea, Mrs. Ratliff.  Don't we have to ask his mother or grandmother first, though?"

"I'm a step ahead, I already have.  I talked to his mother and she said, 'strip him nude'. We'll take care of that when he gets back from P. E.  I've already cleared it with the principal."

To be continued.